VI. Recital
She had barely let the last note fade when she spoke. "Will you not play for us next, Mr. Irons? I should very much like to hear you--as I'm sure would Ian."
From where he was seated, Irons bowed at the waist in consent, and motioned Nottingham in to the salon to join Christiansen among the settees there; that furniture designed more with listening to a performance in mind than was the grand dining table.
"I am not the professional that you are, Christiansen," Irons said, moving to the piano bench and adjusting its height. "You must indulge me if I make my own selection of what piece to perform. I have not the breadth, nor the scope, of your own repertoire."
Smiling, Christiansen replied graciously. "Surely you belittle your skills, Mr. Irons."
He gave her a modest, pleased smile in return, and played Stravinsky; loudly, grandly, and as discordantly as the original score with the composer's own hand-written notations mandated.
...to be continued...
2002 (c) Neftzer
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